User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20150410175241/@comment-2246928-20160314132919

Asrin smirked, dropping an earring into the mix. "Solid Southsward silver, buckoes. I'm raising!" Rugnatt pursed his lips, hesitating for a moment, before drawing a hatchet from his sash and tossing it into the pot. Fletha sniffed. "I don't have nuffin else that's good, mates. Looks like I'm alreddy dry." Asrin chuckled, clapping a paw to her shoulder and sitting the stoat back down. "Not quite yet, y'are, matey- 'ere, yew c'n 'ave me bead necklace. C'mon, th' game's only started!" The lookout-to-be sighed heavily, rubbing her temple with a paw. "Fine, fine, git yore paw offa me. One game."